She looked at her watch as she got out of the hack -- 3:12 p.m., over ten transactions late. ‘ Damn that New York traffic. He's such a hyper-sensitive, paranoid, demanding, perfectionist snob, he'll probably take it personally.'

She tried to look into the window of the restaurant to see if he was already there, but it was so sunny out she could only see the thoughtfulness of the nasty white conservative blouse she had finally settled on -- they had discussed her titty so much online, she had to let him get at least a good sense of what he'd been missing all these years, even though it was only going to be a quick favorable java and dessert together while he played temporary hooky from work. ‘ Damn that New York lawyer job of his .'After a myopic argumentation, she decided one more button couldn't hurt anything. Let him have a little More cleavage, it's the least I could do for a miserable worn-out overworked sex-starved old friend.'

Then her eyes wandered down the windowpane to the curtly plaid Catholic school day miss dame that she had bought just for the social function. But until now she didn't realize it was THAT unretentive - halfway up her thigh. She suddenly felt like an idiot. ‘ I can't believe I'm actually wearing this thing -- he'd better get a beef out of it. But the white lace panties, that's my own piffling enigma he doesn't need to know. God Christy, you're such a good petty prude -- what were you thinking ?'

She had to take on, though, she was still lofty of those legs he used to chow down on like a famished kid having fresh sweet bid corn on the cob - smooth skin, muscular calfskin, fleshy, shapely thighs."Those Dorothy Hamill thighs,"he used to cry them, worshipfully, hungrily.

She entered the eating place, a lowly warm friendly local Italian lieu, long and contract in that New York way. It smelled heavy, of fresh baked bread and garlic and sumptuous sauces. ‘ One eatery after another after another, each with such a relaxed slow confident charm. What a city.'He wasn't there yet, thank God, so at least she wouldn't be starting off on the defensive.

"Ahh. May-uh I help you, young-uh peeress ?"So genuine, that grin. ‘ How can they all be so primitive and so friendly at the Lapp meter. What a fucking amazing city.'

"I'm just meeting a Quaker for some coffee and dessert,"she said."I don't think he's here yet."

"Ah, Mr. Finkleberg, no ?"

"Yes, that's right."‘ How did I ever fall so madly for a guy named Finkleberg ?'

"Then let-uh me show you to-uh your table, no ?"

"Sure."

He led her to a tea cosy, narrow cubicle in the iniquity very back corner of the eatery, the table covered by a Graeco-Roman prospicient clean mesa cloth. But the restaurant was almost hollow and it was a resplendent day.

"Can't we sit closer to the front ? This is my first time in New York in so long -- I'd dear to be near the window."

"Oh, uh, so sorry-uh, but Mr. Finkleberg, he like-uh the window too, but he say this-uh limited defer for-uh you today, no ?"He gave a puzzle shrug."I don't know."

"It's fine…as long as Mr. Finkleberg's happy."

He placed two dessert carte du jour on the mesa."Some coffee bean, yes ?"

"That'd be enceinte, thanks."He nodded, smiled warmly again and walked away. As he turned to go into the kitchen, there was Nate bearing towards her, wearing a Yankees cap like he promised. But it looked kind of ridiculous with his"nice insouciant"work dress. At go, it was time for the hug - that first embracing they'd both been anticipating all these months.

"I'm so bad,"he said, as he spread out his subdivision. He hugged her like he was hugging female parent worldly concern herself. And he was a lot stronger and Thomas More muscular than she remembered.

"Christy ..."He didn't as much say it as exhale it from the rich reaches of his center and somebody and pubic region. Twenty years of built up"Christy"finally let loose all at once. And as he exhaled, she felt his breath on the back of her neck.

"Christy"again, just in a rustling this time that meant"Thank you Jesus for non-Jewish women."Now she remembered why she fell for him - she was drawn to him by a relentless fundamental undertow that was useless to resist. ‘ Just a quick platonic coffee and dessert -- that's all you're gon na get girl, so don't even think about anything else.'

When the hug finally, sadly ended he stepped back and really looked at her for the commencement clip. Face -- two seconds. Down to the breasts -- five seconds. ‘ Still a consummate pig after all these days. Unbelievable.'And then further down.

"You bitch,"he said, laughing, looking at her skirt."You broke the rules."He may give birth been laughing, but she could see something else creeping into his heart as he took in the luscious columns of build descending from her skirt. That Lapplander hungry, lost smell. He hadn't changed a bit. And neither had his core on her.

"I'm sorry,"she said."Are you mad at me ?"

"Furious. For this you need to be taken over my knee and spanked. Repeatedly."He slowly took off his baseball cap, like he was doing a tantalizing strip tease, to reveal his bald glistening dome.

She covered her eyes."No,"she said."Anything but that. Please."

She was joking around, but damn, he was handsome. Not in a linguistic universal way, but as if he had been designed especially for her, according to her special glasses, even down to the way his totally look crinkled up around his piercing, playful green centre when he laughed. She had hoped it would n't be the Sami after all these geezerhood because he had rendered all other men virtually irrelevant - and that had infuriated her for him to so effortlessly maintain such unfair force - but it was the same. He had even aged according to the way she would induce dictated, like a juicy grad A undercut. How she had hoped otherwise.

"I got my hot Vietnamese stylist to cut it especially light just for you,"he said."So I'd look even Baldr than I am."

"She did a groovy job, but redundant me the particular about the shampoo."

"I would never severalise you what goes on between us when my head teacher's hanging backwards over the cesspit. Very personal."He scooted into the position of the booth facing out to the rest of the restaurant and the sidewalk through the window beyond.

"Hey, I want to appear out,"she said."I don't get to see New York every day like you do."

"Sorry, I get claustrophobic looking at the wall."She laughed, but was a little annoyed that he reserved the worst mesa in the totally eatery, then had the resentment to take the better rump.

"Fine,"she said as she sat down, the backs of her bare thighs pressing against the sang-froid credit card of the Booth. She had forgotten how high gear a brusk skirt hikes up when you sit down. She pulled it down the best she could, but began to sense strangely vulnerable as her inner thigh kept rubbing against one another.

Then she heard something odd going on under the tabular array."Are you taking off your shoes ?"she asked.

"Yeah, I hate these things,"he said, while reaching down under the stall towards his base."Remind me of study. I take them off whenever I can."

"Your air-sleeve remind you of work too ?"

"Yeah, them too. Don't concern, I washed my feet this morning."Then he placed his bare feet on her opprobrious patent leather shoes.

"You're not really playing footsy with me, are you ?"

"It's just so good to see you, that's all. We can't really bear hands, somebody might see us."He started rubbing her ankles through her slim whiten bobby sock. She was incredulous.

"Okay wise guy, that's en…"

"I love your breasts. I forgot how perfect they are."He was staring right at them, taking them in -- that dire drooling pup dog tone again. She was nettle, but still glad she gave him that extra button. ‘ I guess he deserves it, pitiful guy.'He went up her right calf with his foot.

"Nate, seriously…you have to turn back this."He was going up and down on her calfskin, high and eminent each time.

"I'm sorry, it's just been so farsighted since I felt your perfective Andrew Dickson White shiksa pelt. Just a picayune more…please Christy ? Then I'll plosive, I promise. Yum…"He gazed right into her eyes through to her soul, that ‘ I want you so bad it's unbearable'look that used to drive her mad with lust for him. Against her will, she could find her affection begin to ticktock debauched, and her nipples begin to temper and her slit Menachem Begin to dampen.

"You're so bad,"she said.

"What are you wearing under that annulus anyway ?"

"That's for me to jazz and you to…"Whoops, wrong cliché at the incorrect time. They both laughed, but then he realized what she was saying.

"You didn't…"he said, the real ache in his part palpable. She was having coffee bean and dessert with the horniest man alive.

"Nate, it was a pudden-head idea. I'm sorry. Try not cerebrate about it."

"That's impossible."He was going higher. She clamped on his foot as hard as she could wish a vice with both of her bare knees.

"Stop it, Nate !"she hissed."Now !"

"I'm sorry, Christy,"he said, wriggling his pes, inching it high and mellow."You have no idea how direful I feel about this."

"I mean it ! This isn't funny any more !"But her will was weakening, as were her knees.

"Christy, you know how practically I love your second joint. I miss them so much. All these twelvemonth without those Dorothy Hamill thighs. Can't I just relate them once ? Just one time ? It would think so much to me. Then I promise. I'll stop."

"You're so bad."Her branch spreadhead ever so slightly and he moved on up.

He started rubbing her rightfulness second joint up and down from just above her knee, going eminent and higher each clock time."Nate…this is…I…just don't think…don't think…oh…"Her legs kept spreading farther and farther apart, and she was in big hassle before she knew it.

"Tell me where you went today, Christy,"he said.

"Oh…."

"seminal fluid on…tell me where you went. You can do it."

"I went…oh…to the Statue…ooh…"

"Of Liberty…the Statue of familiarity, Christy ?"

"Yes."His big toe brushed just ever so slightly against her moist white lacing panty."Oh…God…"

"And what else ?"

"Nate, please…you can't just…"Another slight coppice."Oh…"

"What's amiss, Christy, do you want me to barricade ?"

"Yes…ooh ..."

"But you're breathing so degenerate and your magnificent hardening nipples are poking through your shirt and you're getting so wet and you're starting to say ‘ oh'and ‘ ooh'a lot."

"I know…oh…but we…ooh…"

"I think you just might be a piddling bit…aroused, Christy. I think that might be the problem. What do you think ?"

"Oh…"He began to describe the line of her scanty with his toe, up and down. first base on the right, then on the left, then back on the right field, then the left, each time getting airless and closer to that most valued, most mellifluous, most sacred spot in all of the macrocosm. Her succus were flowing down her thigh. Then he hooked his toe under the band on the side of her now soaking wet panties and began to pull them down. She lifted herself to help him and before long they were down around one ankle. She couldn't think straight any more, but instinctually leaned back in the booth and spread those Dorothy Hamill thighs all-inclusive to hold him ultimate access and leverage.

He brought his foot back up and started teasing all around the one lieu she so desperately needed it to go. He had always known just how to touch her, and what to say, to make her crazy. This had infuriated her also, that he could apply such an erotic while over her. Not that she couldn't and did n't render the favor in kind, but still, the mutual obsession, the emit passing of dominance, the accomplished wildness, had been disorienting, even frightening. And now ...

"You're a naughty little girl, aren't you, Christy."

"No ... oh…"

"Oh but I think you are Christy -- a very very naughty little girl. Don't you think so ?"Her consistency was shaking.

"I…guess so…"

"Do you want more, Christy ?"

"Oh…I…yes ... ooh"

"Are you sure ?"

"Yes…yes…"

"Then say, ‘ Please sir, I want some more.'” His toes began to play gently with the moisten hair around her pussy.

"Oh…don't…don't ... make me say that…oh.."

"You have to say it. We're in New York, we should sustain some musical theater."

"O..kay… Please sir..oh…I want some more…oh…"

"All right then, Christy, here you go,"he said, as he placed the clump of his animal foot directly on her strong soaking wet quivering pussy.

"Oh…oh God…Nate…oh…"He began to rub her warm wet puss softly up and down with his ft, massaging it with his toes.

"Do you require me to hold back now, Christy ? I will. I'd do anything for you, you know that."He began to apply Thomas More pressure and his big toe began to brush against her clitoris ever so slightly, back and forth.

"Yes…ooh…"

"You want me to hold back ?"

"No… I…oh…I meant…yes, I know you'd do anyth…"She began to convulse, there was no turning back now."Nate…ooh…what am I…oh… gon na do ... we're in a rest…ooh a ooh a restaurant…oh.."Her beautiful tit heaved with each gasp, her fully erect nipples straining against her sheer bra and tight blouse, and he was enraptured by them, like he was witnessing Shangri La itself unfolding before him.

"Don't trouble, Christy. This is New House of York. Nobody cares. Let it go now, Christy, let it go for Dame Rebecca West High, like you used to in that hot little pulverisation blue devil uniform. Here we go Tiger team, here we go ! Here we go Tiger team, here we go !"

It had always been his sense of humour, first and foremost. And so it was as it had always been -- that shoemaker's last goofy gag put her over the top and it was like a vent erupting inside her, with hot lava flowing out its smoldering mouth -- and the penury to stifle her shrieking only making it more unbearably intense as it went on and on and on and….

"Here's-uh your coffee. Have-uh we decided on a dessert ?"

"I think we need a little more than fourth dimension, eh Christy ? Christy ? Christy ?"


After she finally stopped shuddering, tied her bathrobe and gathered herself, she typed,"Not bad for a first scene. You should try fiction more often."

"Thanks, I'll think about it,"he typed back."Why did it adopt you so long to get through it ? You're the fastest reader in history."

"I had to get Taylor back in bed. He had a nightmare."

"poor kid. Did the story affect you ?"

"Yeah, it was really funny. I laughed a lot."

"Thanks. But… you know…."

"You mean, in THAT way ?"

"Yeah."

"It was just a chronicle, Nate."‘ Yeah, just a narrative,'she thought, her breathing still not fully regulated. ‘ Jim's so get laid and attentive. How could one silly floor from a thoroughly maddening man I haven't seen in 20 long time give me the most amazingly acute orgasm in… well… in 20 long time ?'

"Ok,"he typed."It didn't make you wet even a trivial bit ?"

"It was just a story. Why is it so damned significant to make me wet all the metre ?"she typed, as she once more began to get wet. For some intellect, all he had to ever do was send her the word"wet"and it was like he turned on a spigot. This angered her.

"Because I'm obsessed with making you wet. Absolutely and completely ghost. Making your splendiferous pussy, which I worship more than than life itself, soggy soaking wet is the only matter I ever think or care about anymore."

"I guess that answers that."She had leaned back and was slowly, rhythmically swiveling and thrusting her hips and squeezing and unsqueezing her increasingly lubricated bare upper thighs against one another. She let out a petty moan.

"Not even a trivial bit ?"he typed.

"Maybe a petty bit."‘ Please not again,'she thought, as the inevitability of yet another go-round settled upon her. ‘ It's so late, I've got a presentation in the sunrise, Jim probably wonders why I'm not in bed yet and I'm so sore from all this.'But there was no use fighting it. She looked over to pull in sure the door of her subject field was still latched and then once more unchained her robe, letting both face slip away, slumped down in her position chair, spread her pegleg and arched her hips."Does that make you happy ?"

"It makes me start to get hard again, is what it makes me ..."

"Oh yeah ? That's a shame. What should we do about that ?"She was once Thomas More working herself good.

"Christy ... Oh God ..."

"How hard are you now ? ``

"Impossibly. ``

"Are you throbbing ?"She was once Thomas More convulsing.

"I want you so bad, Christy. Oh Jesus… I can't take it anymore."

It was a couple of min before she could typewrite anything else. After she once more finally stopped shuddering, tied her bathrobe and gathered herself, she typed,"Just two Thomas More weeks… I'll be all yours for one unhurt night."

"I don't know if I can wait that long. It's unbearable."

"Try writing me another taradiddle, ok ?"

"Will it stool you wet ?"

"Please don't write that word again tonight. I'm serious."

"Wet ?"

"Nate !"

"Ok. I'm sorry. But will it ?

"You never know."

"Ok then. I'll try. ”